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Isn’t this an awesome cover?!? *squee* I love the dragon and kick-ass sword!
SOMETHING MALEVOLENT HAS INFECTED THE FREAK SHOW, SPREADING TERROR AND DEATH WHEREVER THE CIRCUS TRAVELS. ONE VISIT WILL ENCHANT YOU, BUT DON’T DARE STAY PAST DARK OR YOU MIGHT NEVER LEAVE.
After her recent nearly-fatal case as a paranormal consultant, Raven decides to take a much-needed vacation with her pack. They stop at a freak show, a circus owned by the paranormal, and stumble upon a case … or to be more precise, the pack is kidnapped and held hostage.
WHAT WOULD YOU RISK FOR LOVE…
Raven plots their escape, knowing that if even one thing goes wrong the circus would vanish overnight without a trace, taking her pack with them. When her newly awakened dragon sabotages their every attempt to leave, Raven must depend on her wits alone to discover who is terrorizing and killing the shifters in the circus before her pack becomes the next target. Her situation only grows more precarious when the bonds between her pack begin to unravel. To save them all before it’s too late, Raven will have to make the ultimate sacrifice.
“One shifter and one human to see the freak show.”
Raven stood back, keeping her senses locked down tight as the man at the ticket counter cast her a quick glance. Short and squat, his face wrinkled, his eyes sunk into his skull, he reminded her of one of those evil garden gnomes. She felt exposed standing there, vulnerable under his stare. He probed her mind, and it was everything she could do not to shove back at the intrusion. He narrowed his eyes when he couldn’t break her shields, pushing harder until it felt like her skull was about to crack.
The probe was messy.
Though not alpha strength, the signature all wrong, it was still pretty damned strong.
He tried to force her beast to react. If directed at anyone weaker, they wouldn’t have been able to resist the call, especially after he’d amped up the juice. He studied her eyes, teeth and hands like some specimen on the auction block, looking for signs of a change.
After a minute, the old, grisly man grunted then turned toward Taggert, his faded eyes glowing a pale blue. “Show me.”
Taggert’s wolf leapt toward the surface, barely contained by his body, and all the hair on her arms rose at the unbridled wildness.
Her throat closed at the implications. If anyone mistook him for a rogue, they’d be well within their rights to kill him on sight and ask questions later. She stepped closer, ready to protect him if anyone dared to lift a hand against him. While the dragon wanted to revel in his wildness, the human side of her just wanted to ease him. To have their animal so close to the surface was painful, even more so when they couldn’t shift like Taggert. It was all she could do not to run her hand down his back and soothe the wildness, even if everyone discovered that she wasn’t exactly human.
Her hackles rose as the old man continued to stare. It was a clear challenge, and she narrowed her eyes, struggling to hold back her dragon as it raged inside her body, wanting to rip the toady little man to shreds for the disrespect. “Everything all right?”
Her words were a demand.
A second passed in painful silence, and Raven feared she’d messed up when he finally spoke.
“One hundred and fifty.” The man slid over two wristbands, one black and one white. She grabbed the one placed in front of her, slipping the white plastic over her wrist, watching Taggert from under her lashes. He appeared calm, as if nothing had happened. That was when she realized it was normal for him to be treated as a second-class citizen. She hurt for him and the unfairness of it all. Taggert donned the black band, and then paid the fee.
Raven was surprised at the amount of cash he carried. “So much?”
The man answered before Taggert could speak. “We charge extra for the human gawkers.”
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